“Beats the fuck out of me, it’s your body not mine. Personally you have a pretty good deal going on. Not many people get to see what it’s like t... fuck from both perspectives.”“So what,” George says, though without much conviction. “What I want to know is why I’m enjoying things I wouldn’t normally.”The snotling shrugs again. “Why the fuck do you think I got the answers?”“You’re the one that did this to me,” George nearly yells, gripping the back of the chair harder. “I’d think you’d have some. If they knew you like I do then they would've known that you would never do anything logical like call the cops." She said chuckling. "But then, if they knew you like I do they wouldn't be beating you up, they would be asking you for help with their homework."As she spoke I knew that she still felt guilty about instigating another beating for me. I couldn't tell her that it hadn't hurt one bit."You know, I've decided I'm not taking it anymore. I asked mom if she would buy me a weight machine. Since I felt rested the next morning, I called around to the other two cabins and set a 10AM meeting. What good was being the boss, if you couldn't set the meetings at your own convenience. Eve and I went out to breakfast alone that morning...We drove the econo-box around until we found a small cafe near the Air Force Base. The bacon was almost burned, but it was also good. The eggs were soft and the toast not too brown. It was a reasonable meal, even if the hash browns had been frozen half. Once clear, they were able to beat against the south-westerly wind and the current – taking about an hour and a half – to cross the shipping channel at the Platters. Linnet left Jeremy to do most of the sailing, which he seemed to manage quite competently. They turned in to Harwich Haven just after the tide turned, and Linnet suggested dropping the anchor on the Shelf."Um ... Skipper ... I mean, Linnet..." Go, on, Jeremy." You're the boss, of course, but we could sail round and tie up at the.